Causeway to Neverwhere
February 4th(?), 2006.
2:38 AM Saturday Morning.
San Saba, Texas State University, Ben's Dorm.
Evening Report:
Though arrival to the Cabin party was somewhat delayed due to Brett related navigation anomalies, it was brough to bear quickly and with great success. Wandering the uneven surroundings with a bottle of liquid courage, I quickly immersed myself in the local culture and infiltrated it's social structure with varying degrees of success. It was quickly acertained however that my formulaic form of dress (synthetic workout pants, light blue T-shirt with a dot-text "Nixon", Camo jacket from goodwill, wineglass full of whisky and a pair of standard issue Aviator Glasses provided by Brett) confused them sufficiently to lower my threat level and brand me something of an oddity, and I was overlooked as a problem.
Continuing on into the night, many more of the local populace arrived. The increased activity masked my observation of their strange customs. Likewise, many of the natives seemed to be inebriated in some way, allowing me a certain margin of error in my completion of common socializing rituals involving phallic and quite artistic trinkets used to activate the powers of most mysterious fauna. All the while, I continued reinforcing my liver with frequent refills of my glass goblet. "Shit Got crazy crunk", as the Natives would say in their primitive tongue.
Hours later however, there seemed to be a sort of side effect from imbibing such dubious quantities of Liquid Courage. After a short recuperation session, I was joined by my collegue Jesus, who was likewise suffering from the debilitating effects of another local brew. We retreated to the car while Brett carried on with his observations. We left another short hour afterward, enjoying our night completely. Jesus is now passed out, and I'm about to go be belligerent to another dorm buddy and search ever-onward to solving the mystery of these "Students in the Mist".
2:38 AM Saturday Morning.
San Saba, Texas State University, Ben's Dorm.
Evening Report:
Though arrival to the Cabin party was somewhat delayed due to Brett related navigation anomalies, it was brough to bear quickly and with great success. Wandering the uneven surroundings with a bottle of liquid courage, I quickly immersed myself in the local culture and infiltrated it's social structure with varying degrees of success. It was quickly acertained however that my formulaic form of dress (synthetic workout pants, light blue T-shirt with a dot-text "Nixon", Camo jacket from goodwill, wineglass full of whisky and a pair of standard issue Aviator Glasses provided by Brett) confused them sufficiently to lower my threat level and brand me something of an oddity, and I was overlooked as a problem.
Continuing on into the night, many more of the local populace arrived. The increased activity masked my observation of their strange customs. Likewise, many of the natives seemed to be inebriated in some way, allowing me a certain margin of error in my completion of common socializing rituals involving phallic and quite artistic trinkets used to activate the powers of most mysterious fauna. All the while, I continued reinforcing my liver with frequent refills of my glass goblet. "Shit Got crazy crunk", as the Natives would say in their primitive tongue.
Hours later however, there seemed to be a sort of side effect from imbibing such dubious quantities of Liquid Courage. After a short recuperation session, I was joined by my collegue Jesus, who was likewise suffering from the debilitating effects of another local brew. We retreated to the car while Brett carried on with his observations. We left another short hour afterward, enjoying our night completely. Jesus is now passed out, and I'm about to go be belligerent to another dorm buddy and search ever-onward to solving the mystery of these "Students in the Mist".